Ji Sang was forcefully pushed into the prison cell. Her frail body couldn’t withstand the shoving of the towering jailer. With a stumble, her entire body almost fell to the ground, causing both of her hands to scrape and bruise.

Wen Jian didn’t have time to catch her and quickly took a step forward, crouching down to help her. His tone was filled with concern, “Are you okay?”

Ji Sang’s eyes immediately turned red, as if she had suffered a great grievance. She pushed him away abruptly and said, “Mind your own business.”

After spending three years outside, Ji Sang had grown stronger. She pushed Wen Jian to the ground once again. “Uh…”

Wen Jian, after all, was the current prime minister. The emperor had only ordered for him to be imprisoned, without specifying any specific punishment or removal of his position. Perhaps it was just a matter of keeping him locked up for a day and then releasing him. These jailers knew their place, and upon seeing that Wen Jian was about to be attacked again, they swiftly drew their blades and pointed them at Ji Sang’s head…

Wen Jian’s face turned pale with fear. He immediately held Ji Sang in his arms, his powerful aura suddenly emanating. His dark eyes glared coldly at the jailers and said, “Outrageous!”

“What do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to assassinate a high-ranking official of the court in front of me?”

“Sir, we dare not!” The jailers didn’t expect to see the marks on Wen Jian’s neck where Ji Sang had grabbed him. Now he was protecting her, even displaying a murderous intent towards them. They were frightened and lowered their heads in fear.

“Get out of here!”

“Don’t disturb us unless it’s an emergency!”

What’s going on…?

The jailers exchanged glances, but they could only respond with a frightened “Yes” and hurriedly retreated.

___

The prison cell was extremely quiet.

Wen Jian held onto her and didn’t let go. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils.

“Let go of me.”

Ji Sang sniffed, her back slightly arched, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, and her small face wrinkled. When she glanced at him, her dark eyes were filled with coldness.

Wen Jian was deeply wounded by that gaze, piercing through his already fragmented heart and lungs. It hurt so much that he couldn’t breathe. He hadn’t seen her for three whole years, and from such a close distance, her skin was still fair and delicate, as fragile as a blown bubble. Her slender neck peeked out from her clothes, with gentle contours. Despite wearing men’s clothing, she couldn’t conceal her captivating curves.

He had missed her for three years.

Feeling that life had lost its meaning, but what about her?

She had actually spent three years with Jiang Bei!

Just the thought of it made him burn with jealousy.

His fingers suddenly pinched her chin, his head lowered abruptly, and his thin lips pressed against hers. Due to the lack of control, their lips collided, and he accidentally hit her teeth. She opened her mouth in pain, and his tongue forcefully intruded into her mouth, stirring the saliva within, forcefully capturing and sucking on her tender lilac tongue.

The kiss carried a sense of punishment.

Ji Sang’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she met the enigmatic gaze of the man, as if he had spilled ink, trying to absorb her entirely into his body. Her mouth hurt from the kiss, and it was immediately filled with a taste of blood. She desperately tilted her head back, trying to avoid his forceful attack, but he suddenly grabbed the back of her head, and the intense kiss continued, his tongue scorching as if it wanted to melt her entire being.

“Mmm… Wen Jian… Let go… Mmm…”

She whimpered in dissatisfaction from her nasal cavity, her words unclear. Her hands pressed against his chest, which was pressing down on her, and she could feel his strong heartbeat through the fabric.

His movements were urgent and rough, squeezing her waist almost to the point of breaking. The scorching heat of his palm roamed around her waist, causing her body to tremble lightly. However, his movements never went further.

Ji Sang was both embarrassed and annoyed by the kiss. Her body, sensitive from a long absence of physical contact, became weak. A warm current flowed from the depths of her thighs…

Wen Jian finally released her lips, his eyes fixed on her, his chest rising and falling heavily. The hot breath blew onto her face. His fingertips caressed her cheek, as if caressing a precious treasure.

“Sang Sang, I’m sorry.”

Ji Sang’s back stiffened, and she looked at him, panting for breath.

“I shouldn’t have hidden your physical condition from you.”

“But…”

“Three years of punishment is enough, Sang’er. Touch this area of mine. It’s been hurting ever since you left.”

He spoke as he held her hand and pressed it against his heart. Ji Sang forcefully pulled her hand out of his grasp, but he exerted such great strength that he didn’t give her a chance to escape. She glared at him angrily, “I see you’re very strong. You don’t seem to be in any pain at all. You were overjoyed with the imperial marriage.”

Wen Jian’s dark eyes suddenly brightened.

“Are you… jealous?”

Ji Sang pursed her lips, staring at him with frustration, but remained silent.

“You spent three years with Jiang Bei. Aren’t I the one drowning in jealousy?”

Ji Sang choked, feeling like she was somehow in the wrong.

She cleared her throat and said, “I have nothing with him, really!”

“He never pursued you?”

“Of course… not!” Ji Sang felt strangely guilty under his gaze.

Ah!!!

Why did the situation unfold differently from what she had anticipated?

He had almost agreed to the emperor’s marriage just a moment ago!

“You stutter when you lie!”

“Wen Jian!” Ji Sang realized what he was asking and her face flushed with both embarrassment and anger as she shouted at him.

Wen Jian’s finger moved to her red lips, gently caressing them, and he asked in a hoarse and strained voice, “Has he… kissed you like I have?”

Ji Sang felt uncomfortable with his question and, out of anger, replied, “What if he did?!”

Wen Jian’s dark eyes stared intensely at her expression. He desperately widened his eyes, suppressing the emotions that were about to burst forth. Suddenly, his eye sockets reddened, and he spoke seriously in a low voice, “Then… do you love me or him?”

Ji Sang was taken aback by his words.

Without waiting for her response, Wen Jian tightly embraced her shoulders, burying his head in the crook of her neck, like a child who had suffered great harm. His voice was filled with pain as he continued to speak.

“Sang Sang, don’t joke with me. When you suddenly left back then, I… didn’t want to experience that profound despair again. I can’t understand why, just because we couldn’t have children. I told you, I can live without children… Without you, what use is having children to me?”

“Sang’er, I haven’t said it yet, but I love you.”

“In this lifetime, Wen Jian, I only love you.”

Ji Sang’s heart was in chaos, and she reached out to cradle his face. She straddled his lap, pressing her head down, and lightly kissed his lips like a dragonfly touching the water. After the kiss, her dark eyes fixed on him. “Wen Jian, in these three years, I have wanted to kiss you like this every moment.”

“My heart is small, it can only… accommodate one person, you.”

Wen Jian’s dark eyes suddenly turned red. With one hand, he firmly held the back of her head and tilted his handsome face upwards, kissing her lips. It was completely different from their previous light pecks. When his thin lips almost touched hers, his tongue forcefully pushed past her teeth and entered her mouth, exploring every corner and filling it with his breath.

Ji Sang was kissed until she let out a muffled moan, and her breath became even more unstable.

Wen Jian loosened his mouth, his gaze shining brightly.

“Sang’er, say it again.”

Ji Sang’s face flushed, her dark eyes watery, as she said each word one by one. “Wen Jian, I miss you.”

“Miss you very much, especially every day…”

Wen Jian kissed that delightfully sweet little mouth again, sucking and nibbling on her tongue. Ji Sang’s tongue tingled from his suction.

His hands no longer limited themselves to caressing her waist. They moved upwards, gripping the softness on one side through the fabric and kneading it forcefully.

Ji Sang’s body became sensitive to his touch, trembling with sensitivity. She made a trembling sound in her throat and pleaded, “Don’t… let them see us…”

Inside this prison cell was a simple bed with a sheet, a better condition than where the real criminals were held. However, even with the better conditions, the gaps in the wooden door were still wide enough to see what was happening inside.

Wen Jian released his mouth, teasingly pushed his waist upward, and Ji Sang suddenly felt a hard object pressing against her buttocks. “They wouldn’t dare to come and disturb us.”

He stood up from the ground, carrying her in his arms, and walked toward the edge of the bed. Sitting down, Ji Sang settled on top of him, their bodies tightly pressed together, their emotions reaching a boiling point.

Before they even began, their breath had already become heavy.

His fingers skillfully untied her waistband, and he tossed it aside along with her little bunny. Her outer garment slightly opened, revealing the tightly bound white fabric inside. He uncontrollably untied it, messing it up in a chaotic manner. Her breasts were tightly constricted, then suddenly released, bouncing out happily. The rosy nipples stood erect in the cool air.

Wen Jian’s dark eyes grew dark, and he gently flicked them with his fingertip. It had been too long since they had been intimate, and just the gentle touch of skin on skin caused Ji Sang’s body to tremble uncontrollably. She arched forward, biting her lip and whimpering.

He lowered his head, biting the flesh of her breast, sucking and nibbling on the nipples. He pulled and tugged on them, almost turning the entire breast into a cone shape. Then, his thin lips tightly sealed around one nipple, refusing to let go, as he sucked it fiercely. The entire breast was wet with his saliva before he moved to the other one.

Ji Sang clung to his neck, almost completely undressed in the front. The tingling pleasure spread from the place of their kisses throughout her body, whether it was from the cold or the excitement, her delicate body trembled intensely. Her voice carried a helpless tone of whimpering, “Wen Jian…”

Wen Jian’s hand reached for her waistband. Compared to the tightly bound fabric, the waistband was easily undone. His hand slipped in from behind her buttocks, lightly brushing against the open petals, and he tested the moisture on his fingers. A clear smile resonated in his chest, and his breath suddenly became heavier.

After being a monk for so long, he could no longer restrain himself.

He stripped off her pants and unfastened his own, revealing his long and hard member. His palm supported her petite buttocks and lifted them up slightly as he slid his glans back and forth against her half-opened entrance. Without much foreplay, he forcefully thrust inside.

Her tender and unprepared orifice was abruptly penetrated by his thick and long shaft, only allowing the glans to enter before being vigorously squeezed and pushed back by the surrounding delicate flesh. It made Wen Jian’s waist tingle, and his body tensed to the extreme. He lifted her buttocks with his palm, causing his penis to retreat slightly, and took a deep breath before releasing the force pulling her. Her petite buttocks pressed downward, and his thick and long member forcefully plunged inside, penetrating deeply to the core.

The most sensitive and delicate parts rubbed against each other, instantly igniting an intense heat.

Ji Sang was scalded to the point where her slender waist couldn’t hold up, and she tightly bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming out loud. Her arms tightened around the man’s neck, her nails digging into his muscles. The overwhelming pleasure rushed to the top of her head, causing her entire body to tremble. Even her teeth were chattering, and she let out a whimpering sound, “Wu… Ah…”

She tilted her face upward, struggling to breathe and adjust to his enormous size, saying, “Ha… Ah… So deep… Slow down…”

In the woman-on-top position, the pressure from the passage inside was even stronger. Wen Jian, also under pressure, breathed heavily and deeply. However, after only a short wait, he began manipulating her delicate body, thrusting forcefully.

His strength was deep and heavy, not giving her a chance to catch her breath. The glans repeatedly reached the deepest point, grinding against the sensitive spot inside her, causing her to undulate up and down, riding his large shaft while moaning and crying out.

She didn’t dare to scream loudly, suppressing it at the back of her throat. It came out intermittently due to the impact, and her moans were filled with a seductive and tantalizing tone. The pleasure pushed her to the point of tears, with her breasts swaying enticingly in front of him with every movement.

With one arm supporting himself on the bed, Wen Jian continued thrusting upwards while enjoying her restrained yet pleasurable appearance. It was truly a unique visual feast, driving his member to swell even larger.

He was ecstatic in his heart, wanting to penetrate deeper, even deeper, and make her soar to the heavens.

Ji Sang blushed as he watched her, twisting her petite body and climbing onto his broad shoulders. Aside from the mess in the area of their pants, his official attire remained immaculate. She felt dissatisfied and reached out to pull at his collar.

Seemingly aware of her intentions, he deliberately intensified his movements, repeatedly inserting his large shaft into her sensitive spot. It made her waist tremble uncontrollably, and she leaned forward, her small hands relying on his clothes. She could hear the sound of his big cock thrusting inside with a “puchi-puchi” motion, accompanied by the light sound of “papapa.” Her vision became hazy, and various indescribable pleasures circulated throughout her body. Her petite buttocks subtly moved to match his rhythm, and her body trembled intensely.

Crying out in her mouth, she said, “Wu wu wu… Slow down…”

Wen Jian gripped her waist, lowered his head to lick and kiss her breasts. His hands squeezed and molded them into various shapes, while the area where their genitals connected became wet. He repeatedly targeted her sensitive spots, and after about ten thrusts, her entrance suddenly clenched, and a long cry escaped from her throat as a wave of liquid sprayed out.

Her passage contracted intensely, and Wen Jian was overwhelmed by the tightness, quickly pulling out. A surge of trapped fluid gushed out.

He made her kneel on the bed.

Her legs spread wide, exposing her wet opening. He leaned in, his mouth enveloping it, and he sucked forcefully, his rough tongue encompassing the swollen and quivering bud. He circled and licked it, causing Ji Sang, who was already in the throes of squirting, to scream uncontrollably. Her legs almost gave way, and she once again released a flood of fluid, spraying Wen Jian’s face.

Wen Jian didn’t stop there. His large tongue maliciously licked from the top to the bottom of her entrance, and the tip of his tongue repeatedly teased the intensely contracting opening. Ji Sang’s entire body was consumed by desire, feeling the scorching sensation of his tongue on her entrance. Every time his tongue brushed against it, her opening convulsed as if trying to retain something. When Wen Jian’s tongue grew tired, he used his prominent nose to rub against her, smearing it with her lewd juices. His fingers pinched and kneaded the trembling bud.

After repeating this novel experience a few times, she couldn’t bear it any longer. A flash of white light filled her mind, and she completely lost control, her lower region becoming a mess. Her hands were no longer able to support her, and her upper body fell onto the bed, causing her raised buttocks to become even higher.

Wen Jian stood up straight, leaning against the edge of the bed, and pulled her backward. He gripped his erect member and slapped her buttocks, occasionally hitting between her buttocks. The slapping caused the fluids to splash onto her thighs. “Sang’er, you’re so wet.”

“Slap, slap,” two more sounds followed.

His big cock was thick and hard, carrying a distinct heat. The slapping action brought about an inexplicable sense of shame, yet it provided the desired hardness. It made Ji Sang’s throat emit trembling gasps.

She was tormented by this tearing sense of shame and an intense desire in her body, crying out while twisting her buttocks and pushing back with her hands. She shook her head and cried, “Don’t… Wen Jian… Don’t do this…”

However, Wen Jian firmly held her hands behind her back. The rounded glans forcefully pressed against the flowing entrance, “Like this then?…”

Ji Sang was pulled forward, half of her body raised. Her breasts hung in mid-air, and her nipples rubbed against the bedsheet. His large cock thrust all the way in, once again filling her tender opening to the extreme.

“Wu wu wu… It’s too much…”

She was overwhelmed with pleasure, her beautiful toes curling.

Wen Jian stopped talking and focused on the task at hand. He thrust deeply, causing Ji Sang’s body to jerk forward. However, he held onto her hand while pushing forward and pressing against her, hitting the deepest recesses almost every time, causing a tingling sensation. After dozens of thrusts, his large glans suddenly squeezed into the tightest crevice. Ji Sang felt an overwhelming sensation, as if a mountain was crashing down on her. Her eyes rolled back, and she momentarily fainted, feeling as if she had been thrown into the clouds…

When she slowly regained consciousness, her body had been flipped over by the man. Her legs were spread wide open, and the robust shape of the penis was visible on her thin abdomen. She felt as though the man in front of her was about to penetrate her completely, and she cried, tears, snot, and saliva flowing…

“Ah… Ahhh…”

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Wen Jian lasted for an exceptionally long time, and she couldn’t remember which time it was when she squirted. He finally ejaculated slowly.

The two clung tightly to each other, covered in sweat, as if they had been pulled out of water.

Wen Jian was afraid she would catch a cold, so he stretched his body, took off the obstructive clothing, and covered both of them with the blanket. Without withdrawing from her, he held her tightly, lowered his head, and kissed her again.

Ji Sang moaned softly from the kisses, “No more…”

Wen Jian chuckled softly, “Sang’er, it’s been three years… you must love me well…”

As he spoke, he deliberately pushed his hardened member inside her again, and his large palm began to fondle her breasts…

___

Outside the prison cell.

“Did you hear any sounds?” The prison guard who had just been reprimanded spoke up.

“It sounded like… something…”

“Why does it feel a bit… like that?” The other prison guard blushed, considering it impossible, and hesitantly responded.

The reprimanded guard pondered for a moment, then snorted, “Hmph! It’s just Master Wen and General Ji locked inside. What kind of sounds could there be? What are you thinking?!”

“Fuck! Could it be that Master Wen is disciplining General Ji?! Director Lin, should we go and take a look? Don’t let it turn deadly.”

The reprimanded guard also stood up, looking as if he was about to inspect the cell.

The person called Director Lin raised his face, slapped each of them on the back, and said, “If you want to stay alive, mind your own business and don’t get involved. You wouldn’t even know how you died.”

The guards exchanged glances.

Director Lin dusted off his hands, stood up, and said, “Let’s go. Go back earlier today, leave one person on duty at the entrance. Pretend you didn’t hear anything, got it?”

The guards hurriedly responded, “Yes.”

…